YES YES

wip I'm trusting the process here

i love this sm i think i'm gonna pass out

cleaning up

noted

I’ve been back on my oceans kick and does anyone else think it’s cute that in the beginning Danny asked Frank “Do you know where he is?” You would think with the newspaper he’s reading he would be talking about Ruben, but Frank is like “ur bf is in Vegas go make hot and heavy eye contact” and they flirted over poker????? And everyone shipped them so hard except for Linus who was having a sexuality crisis while simultaneously having an authority crisis.

troy, fury, once upon a time in hollywood, ughhhhh

liking fight club is bad because after a while you can recognize brad pitt by his tits alone

had to get this out of my system 🐺🐺

please, I come up like 10 ideas in 1 morning.

(i haven't fucking finished the other 20 fics)

right 😩🤌

there is just something so old hollywood about them

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA 😭😭😭🤲🤲🤲😭💝💝💝💝💝💝‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

I've always tried to seach for 1980s pics of jet-black mullet George Clooney and blond curtain bang Brad Pitt TO WRITE YOUNG VERSIONS OF Danny/Rusty

OMG OMG LOOOK AT THE DRAWINGGGGG 💥💥💥💥

They look exactly like young George/Brad in their 20s 😭😭😭💖💖🍓🍓

Fucking look at them ☹️☹️ I'm dying I'm crying I'm lit scream for this drawing 🧎‍♀️🤲💖

Ocean’s 2

I was very bored.

i read this for my writing and ended realized something for myself instead 🙁

Ways I Show a Character is Emotionally Burned Out (Before They Even Realize It Themselves)

I love writing characters who think they’re fine but are actually walking emotional house fires with bad coping mechanisms.

They stop doing the things they used to love and don’t even notice. Their guitar gathers dust. Their favorite podcast becomes background noise. Their hobbies feel like homework now.

They pick the path of least resistance every time, even when it hurts them. No, they don’t want to go to that thing. No, they don’t want to talk to that person. But whatever’s easier. That’s the motto now.

They’re tired but can’t sleep. Or they sleep but wake up more tired. Classic burnout move: lying in bed with their brain racing like a toddler on espresso.

They give other people emotional advice they refuse to take themselves. “You have to set boundaries!” they say—while ignoring 8 texts from someone they should’ve cut off three emotional breakdowns ago.

They cry at something stupidly small. Like spilling soup. Or a dog in a commercial. Or losing their pen. The soup is never just soup.

They say “I’m just tired” like it’s a personality trait now. And not like… emotionally drained to the bone but afraid to admit it out loud.

They ghost people they love, not out of malice, but because even replying feels like too much. Social battery? Absolutely obliterated. Texting back feels like filing taxes.

They stop reacting to big things. Catastrophes get a blank stare. Disasters feel like “just another Tuesday.” The well of feeling is running dry.

They avoid being alone with their own thoughts. Constant noise. TV always on. Music blasting. Because silence = reckoning, and reckoning is terrifying.

They start hoping something will force them to stop. An accident. A missed deadline. Someone else finally telling them, “You need a break.” Because asking for help? Unthinkable.